Why...why...why do I have to see people's weirdness?
I was feeling extra-motivated last night and went back to the gym.
After a 20 minute cardio stint on the elliptical, I moved onto the weight machines to work on upper body.
Yes! I feel the burn! I'm sweating, listening to Beck, breathing properly; completely minding my own business when along comes "Old Man Skinny Britches" in the vicinity.
He takes down one of those big exercise balls, sets it down right in front of me, lays down on his back, pulls up his sweat pants to his knees and puts his feet up on the the ball. I should have known this was not going to be any good and left then but I stayed and watched in horror as Old Man Skinny Britches proceeded to take of his gym shoes...and socks...and then pick at each foot. Clearing away dead skin, taking off sock fuzzies and my personal favorite; PEELING OFF A BAND-AID!
That's when I ran away because I felt the vomit almost erupt. I did have to go back and spray off the weight machine thatI was on and the last I saw, Old Man Skinny Britches was rubbing his naked heels along the floor like a dog would drag its ass across the floor...seriously?!! Why me?!!!
Just another reason why I Hate Feet!
